My fountain
When he brought it home I was so excited. I went and bought an inexpensive pump and set it up on the back porch. It came with a small dove statue that is probably too small for the fountain, so, for a while, I went looking for a better bigger statue to set at the top. After many months of looking and yet sitting by my little fountain with its small dove at the top, I finally realized that it was good enough. It seemed to watch over the waterfall below it with great pride all fluffed up and pretty.
A while later I was cleaning up my youngest son's room and he had this collection of rocks that I would find in his pockets at the end of the day. I never knew what to do with them. He had them sitting on the book shelf and none were particularly beautiful. They were every shape and size and ordinary. But they seemed to fascinate him, so I decided to set them at the bottom of the fountain in an effort to keep the leaves from going into the intake hole. Perfect solution.
As time when by I started to add other rocks. Some came from a tumbler, the kids had, that showed how a regular ordinary rock can get polished down to a smooth pretty rock if you tumble it in a noisy machine that tosses them around together and takes all the rough edges off.
As time went by I kept adding things to the fountain. I had a couple of faded plant sitting angels that looked like they were sitting in a hot tub at the top of the fountain. I had a faded cross that I didn't know what to do with since it lost all its color and I was too lazy to repaint it, but seemed to have more color when wet. I would add more smooth rocks as I found them and a few clear marbles.
It turned out really cute.
Recently my husband had an older customer who's husband is in a nursing home and she could no longer move her plants in and out for the weather when it would get too cold, so she gave them to me.
You know me and my plants.....I was thrilled.
One of the pots had a small pot in the center and the outside pot was full of rocks and succulent plants. I took the pot out of the center and wanted to remove some of the rocks so the succulents could fill the pot. The rocks are smooth pretty tumbled rocks that are covered in mud. I decide I would clean them off and put them in the fountain.
So this morning, I filled the fountain with water, shut it on and started cleaning smooth dirty rocks from the planter and each one is coming out looking so cool. Most are white and smooth as glass once cleaned. There are a few of different color that are a bit smaller but so pretty once they have been rinsed off and placed in the fountain.
As I'm doing this I'm thinking about how this is like the Christian life. We sometimes start out as this misshapen, ordinary, rough looking rock that is not particularly pretty or anything you would want to keep, but maybe some small child or kind person, takes a liking to us and puts us in his or her pocket. Then life tumbles us around and shaves off some of the rough edges, if we let it, and we come out looking so much nicer and maybe even beautiful.
The fountain I have has a dove that sits on top with angels watching over the other two levels and my little cross at the bottom. All the rocks look so clean. The newer rocks are smooth and shiny when you take them out. The ones that have been in longer need some of the hard water deposits buffed off to be shiny again but they aren't dirty just dull. Some of the rocks in the fountain aren't tumbled. They are rough but still have beauty in the water. Beautiful colors and interesting shapes.
As a person of faith, I have been tumbled, washed clean and then taken in and out of the water for a rinsing to stay clean but I don't sit there and let a film cover me. I get dirty often and need rinsing, daily probably. God watches over me, as do angels and Jesus washes me clean down in the bottom level of that fountain of life. I still get tumbled often to remove more rough edges. I won't ever be perfect, but my shape is unique and beautiful. I don't let my faith make me judgemental and dull. I don't wallow in thinking I am better than anyone because of my faith. I get out of the water and let life get me dusty and then I try to wash off every day.
I didn't plan on setting up the fountain this way. It just sort of happened.
I didn't Think anything of it until today.
I guess that's how God talks to me.
I thought I would share.
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